Good Evening

I no longer keep score.
I am intent on correction.
So I drop this I… This me.
I… There it goes again.
Did I just lie?
Old habits die hard.
In shifting this paradigm,
what adaptations must be made?
A semantic shift shan’t suffice.
Shall I drop one I for another I?
This hints at first eye.
It also brings to mind the ineffectiveness of hints.
These promote guessing.
Guessing amplifies probability of error.
Of what does one build faith in sources,
to deem what is gathered knowledge?
What engenders repute…
ill or otherwise? Especially otherwise…
Is it long standing amicable relation?
Is it another’s vouching?
Is it recognized kinship insofar as school of thought?
Is it novelty of resonance?
Either way, is it sufficient?
Many manage to make it so.
As for me, or whatever euphemism I choose…
I don’t know—
I really don’t.
I just sense…
I dare not make more of it than that.
I am at times prone to ego…
my own, and another’s daring to feed the bear…
I learned early to fear my temper,
yet not enough to prevent a chipped tooth…
Is that regret at marring potentially perfect features?
Either way…
Too thorough an examination is not possible where I sit.
Or is that a retreat?
What do I fear to uncover?
Why do I so lightly cast that spell?
Perhaps fear is too “weak” a word.
Is this derivative linguistic masturbation?
Has Herbert drained my poetic vein.
Ha Ha— Maybe this is just an indication
that reasoning and plain words yearn
to be freed from clever riddle.
At some point I will abandon
this tower of babble format.
Profitable prophecy?
Possibilities allotted free of desire…
What do tantrums avail one?



4 thoughts on “Good Evening

  1. I enjoyed the rhythm and wordplay in this, especially in the first few lines! “A semantic shift shan’t suffice” also caught my attention with its very smooth use of language. The question you posed about what constitutes a “reliable” source to put one’s faith in was interesting for me, too, because that’s a question I have often asked myself. 🙂 It makes you feel a sense of connection with humanity when you read a poem and the poet appears to be voicing a thought which you have had yourself at some point. 🙂

    • Thank you kindred. Indeed. The human connection is highlighted at such points. It brings to mind a doka from Morihei Ueshiba’s Tha Art of Peace… Each and every master, regardless of the era or the place, heard the call and attained harmony with heaven and earth. There are many paths leading to the top of Mount Fuji, but there is only one summit – love.

  2. i dig this style – capturing, in a sense – how thoughts tumble – and questions proliferate – and the gaps and hanging ends of thoughts

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